Garden Benches
Purple Scarf

Purple Scarf

Unraveling happily together is a family dream. What if a family is incomplete? Can happiness be complete?

Arriving home, Ghifa greeted me calmly. The little girl with curly hair who started to chatter, was sitting on the bed looking at your picture. You were smiling with me sitting on a park bench where flamboyance was blooming. A purple veil with a purple scarf is also on your neck between the collar of the jacket that you raise. The air was really cold.

"Hi's beautiful..."

My broom while peeping her chubby cheeks. Ghifa's tiny hands clenched her nose.

"Yes a bath!"

Excites fiercely. I chuckle.

"Okay, boss, let's do it!"

Ghifa showed off a row of her milk teeth that began to grow evenly.

I put my salary on the nightstand. A moment ago I read a message coming from Citra. Same question, I haven't answered. At that time I promised this week to come to fulfill his parents' invitation. But Anton's request yesterday got me thinking back. I rushed to the bathroom, when I saw Ghifa looking at me.

The warm water from the shower I let a long time raining on my head and body. Tired of a day gradually decomposed comfortably. Drying sweat falls out with a fragrant foam swab.

Enough after drying and changing clothes I approached Ghifa who was still looking at your photo.

"Yeah!"

"Yes baby?"

I turned my head towards Ghifa's index finger.

"Ohh that's a scarf, Ghifa ..."

"Mother's scarf?"

I'm nodding.

"Just a minute, I'll get it."

My step towards Almari, I open one door on the left, where there is a clothing mat. Below are two drawers. I pulled the top drawer, where your new scarf was stored. A sudden rush filled the chest.

A purple scarf that you used to wear, still smelled the fragrance. Last time you wore that afternoon, when I asked you to stay on the park bench, when I crossed the street to buy a drink.

I held my tears, with a slight look up while closing the door. I pulled my lips wide before turning around to surprise our little girl.

"Taraa!"

"Yeeee... Hihihi!"

Ghifa jumped on the bed while holding your photo. His curly hair was lifted up and down.

"Mother's scarf, mother's scarf!"

"Ghifa want to wear it?"

Ghifa shook her head strongly.

"Make Mother, Ayaa ...."

I smiled as they put Ghifa in their arms.

"Ghifa wants to see Mommy?"

"Helmm!"

Our little girl nodded just as strongly when she refused to wear your bonnet scarf.

"Okay, Ayokkk!"

"Yeee meet mommy!"

I chuckle, this little girl's smile is so cheerful. I asked for a picture of you to put back on my desk, which is by the window.

Then Ghifa jumped on my back after I put on her pinky jacket.

"Yes ..."

"Yes baby?"

"Mama's mom?"

Deg.

"Mama Citra's just been busy, baby, maybe this week we're not going to Ghifa's house."

I answered while stepping out.

"Tomorrow to play at my mom's house, Ayaa."

"Bolehh."

"Yeee play to mom's house .. yeee."

I chuckled, but my heart rippled maybe cloudy sniffled inward until the drizzle would drip at any moment.

"Oh, take a walk first."

When I looked in the kitchen, Mom was busy. While Bik Nah was busy folding clothes that had just been lifted from the clothesline.

"Yes, bring Ghifa's provisions,"

"Helmm!"

Ghifa nodded strongly. Habits, whether agreed or not, are shown through a firm nod or a firm nod. Mom smiled, then made Ghifa's favorite chocolate-flavored milk in her bottle. Mother also arranged the cakes on a stwabberry-shaped dining place and put the place to eat and milk on a small backpack Ghifa.

"Be careful, don't be too late" Mother said, peeping at Ghifa's forehead.

"Yes ..."

"Da .. and ..."

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight."

As usual Ghifa sat sweetly on her rotational chair which was between the seat and my black matic handlebar. A small pink helmet perched on his head, leaving his curly hair poking out wavy at the bottom of the helmet.

Tiiitt

Thiiit

Ghifa played the bell while chuckling.

"Mother, Ayaaa."

"Yes, baby,"

We passed through a complex that was not far from the intended park. Some office buildings passed, until it reached the park in the middle of the government center which was a little slow.

I stopped my black matic in a place available as a parking lot on the sidewalk that jutted from the road. Some motorbikes are there, some young couples have also spread around the park. It's still like when we're busy looking at them, when Ghifa's still in your stomach.

"Yeah!"

Ghifa shouted while pulling his helmet. His eyes rolled around the garden impatiently.

"Yes, briefly. I'm helping you here."

I lift our little girl from her seat. Then I removed the safety hook and placed the helmet on top of the Ghifa rattan throne.

Ghifa exclaimed with excitement, for a moment he fell silent. The sidewalk is almost as high. He looked over, asking for my approval to climb. I nodded, Ghifa put both her hands on the sidewalk, then used one knee to lift her body to the sidewalk.

Succeeds.

Ghifa clapped happily.

"Yeee .. yeee!"

"Good Ghifa!"

I cleaned the palm of his hand with a wet tissue, then I asked Ghifa to throw it in the available trash.

"Good job!"

Ghifa held my hand.

"Mother, Ayaa."

"It's pretty, man,"

Ghifa jumped up and down with her hands still clasping tightly. Do not want to be separated, do not want to also change paths, steady steps to the park bench, where you are.

"Ayo Ayaa..."

"Yes dear."

I ran small and divided her wide steps.

"Chih ... Hiya ..."

The flamboyant red wobble welcomed our arrival with its cheerful color.

"Mother ... mother ...mother"

My heart rippled, pain, Ghifa voice sounded cheerful full of longing.

"BAA! Hihihi..."

Ghifa tried to surprise you, Laras, by clapping his hands on the bench next to your seat. You smiled widely, played your eyes and made Ghifa again chuckle.

With ease, our son climbed onto the park bench, sat next to you with his eyes fixed on you.

"Mother ..."

"Ghifa is beautiful ..."

Reply while rubbing Ghifa's hair and peeping her cheeks.

"Hihihi, Hihihi is cold .." cried Ghifa while stroking the cheek where you kissed.

"Yet Mother!"

You kissed both cheeks and then your forehead, and Ghifa was cheering with joy.

"Cold ..cold!"

Our little girl's teeth look neatly lined up, her laughter coming off.

"Cupiiikk,"

I looked at your eyes, happy to shine there.

"Yes Cipukkk ..."

"Cupic? The cipukk?"

Suddenly Ghifa's laughter stopped, turned to me and looked at your face. Then his face pouted, his lips were funny.

"Mother?"

"Cipukkk" I replied.

"Yeah?"

"Cupikkk," you answered.

"Ghypha?"

"Cypisk!"

You and I answered at the same time.

"Chih ... Hihihihi, Chips!" Ghifa clapped happily.

I see you laughing too. I look at you full of longs.

"Ayaa, uh Cupikk Mommy's scarf," pinta Ghifa.

"Ups, ready Boss!"

I took out a purple scarf from Ghifa's little bag and gave it to her. The girl stood on the bench, so she could put the purple scarf around your neck

"Mother wear, cold," Ghifa pinta as she puts the purple scarf around your neck.

But the scarf drooped down, Ghifa was silent for a moment. Then take it again, and put it in your neck again. The scarf remains drooped.

"Bun-da, pa-kai. Bun-da din-gin," Ghifa said.

Take another scarf that droops to loop around again.

"Ghifa darling," you whispered.

"Mother wear," pinta Ghifa.

I looked up, trying to hold back from the glass. The sky is bright orange, hold my heart to not rain.

"Cipikkk baby, sit down,"

Ghifa said, still looking at her mother sadly.

"Cupikk"

"Yes, dear," I stammered, your face still smiling.

"Please put on a scarf for Cipikkk," you asked.

Then you kissed Ghifa's two teary eyes.

"Hihii ..cold Mother!" kegelian.

I took the purple scarf, then I wrapped it around Ghifa's neck and put both ends in the jacket.

Ghifa looked at the scarf repeatedly.

"Well for Ghifa, will you?"

Ghifa nodded, trying to hold you, I held you and Ghifa in my arms.

"Hihii .. cold, Mother,"

You smile, Ghifa laughs happily, my smile widens. But my heart was broken.

The twilight will soon pass.

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